G/T One Shots

Abscond | 2

Kristine whimpered as another set of eyes that belonged to a titan of a being—this time ones that appeared to be hazel in hue—fell onto her diminutive form. She could only imagine how pitiful she looked, huddled pathetically against the metal thing, light shining harshly down on her from the top of it. A flash of recognition was apparent in the giant eyes as he brushed his long, brown hair out of his face, shifting closer to her.

"Dean," This one began, his voice rumbling over her and making her shake harder. "Is that...?"

He didn't even have to finish his question before the giant pointing a gun at her—Dean, she remembered—nodded, keeping his hawk-like green eyes on her.

"Kris, the witch that tried to kill us yesterday? Yeah, it's her." He took her eyes off of her for a moment to share a look with the other giant—Sammy? Was that his name? She supposed it didn't matter.

She should try to get away while he was distracted. It was her only hope at the moment. These people were crazy. She wasn't a witch; she was just scared, confused, 17-year-old peasant girl in some unknown place.

She scrambled to her feet and took off running toward the edge of the surface she was on, which seemed to her now to be a gigantic bedside table, and toward the other giant's bed. Maybe she could slide down and—

She shrieked as a wall of flesh slammed down in front of her, the sudden appearance of the large hand backing her fall back and backpedal away from it.

"Leaving so soon, half-pint?" Dean quipped rhetorically, placing the pistol onto the nightstand before wrapping his fingers around their four inch foe. He ignored the look of pure terror on her face as his grip tightened around her.

Kristine tried frantically to push away the thick fingers coiled tightly around her but ceased her panicked flailing the moment her feet left the ground.

Holy shit.

He had picked her up, making her realize how infinitesimal she was to him. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she couldn't stop it, even if she tried her hardest.

Tears of full-fledged terror clouded her vision and spilled from her eyes, running down her face. At least they could run, unlike her. She choked back a sob as the movement ceased and her eyes frantically darted around to figure out where she was and what she could do to get out of it. Her shaky breathing hitched; she was in front of his massive green eyes, shrinking back under his scrutiny as much as she could, confined in his fist like that.

Her quiet sniffles and wet cheeks were noticed by the giant holding her, as well as his companion. The latter actually sounded concerned as he spoke.

"Dean, she's crying. Do you really think she's dangerous?" When he got no response other than a grumble and a shrug, he fell silent with a sigh, giving the tiny girl a look full of mixed emotions.

Silence stretched among the three for moments that seemed to last for hours to the minuscule teen. The only noise that anyone there could hear was the monotone hum of the motel room's AC and Kristine's rapid breaths between quiet sobs of despair.

She let out a strangled gasp as the grip suddenly shifted around her. She was too dazed to make a move as she was positioned to be on her back, staring up with fear on his palm. She pushed against his thumb with all she was worth as it pressed against her, effectively pinning her and making it difficult to breathe. And he wasn't even looking at her, her struggles not even making a difference to him.

"She's faking, Sammy. She has to be." The powerful and intimidating voice boomed above her. They didn't hear her raspy pleading as her vision began to fade out, drowned out by the louder voice above her. "You don't go from terrifying witch lady to innocent girl, it just doesn't happen."